Sweet Mara
We weep and rage when the bitter comes for the sweet. But we don’t understand when the sweet comes from the bitter.
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We weep and rage when the bitter comes for the sweet. But we don’t understand when the sweet comes from the bitter.
If Tabby’s Place could wrest control of the universe, our first decree would be the dismantling of feline leukemia virus (FeLV). FeLV is no friend of ours. It is feared for a reason. Yet without FeLV, we would never have met some of our best friends. Quinn’s Corner is our compromise with the condition we […]
Stepping inside a wardrobe is an action generally reserved for only the smallest among humans (Quite a squeeze!). For a house cat, a wardrobe can be an entire fantasy land in the shape of an armoire. Therein, temptations may come in the forms of dangling belts and ties. Comfort comes from the presence of soft […]
You can only hold so much, even if your cheeks are cavernous. You can only hold so much, even if your cheeks have earned you the name “Cheeks.”
In an age of dubious news, it’s good to know you can always identify headlines not written by cats. For instance: “Why does cheese give you nightmares?” Even more chillingly: “Fifteen things making your home look outdated.”
May I get rambunctiously real with you, kittens? I do not mean the way Hips gets with Prescott, although there is value in hippopotamussing your friends. (If you know Hips, you know that “hippopotamus” is a verb.) I do not mean the way Valerie gets with her stuffed shrimp and lobster, although there is merit […]
November has a rickety reputation among cats. Braggarts belch about turkeys, but no Butterballs roll into the Tabby’s Place lobby. (Prescott checked under all the chairs. None.) There are credible rumors of something entitled “stuffing,” but limited evidence beyond garlicky human kisses. It’s almost enough to make a cat stop giving thanks.
Age can make you outrageous. Age should make you outrageous. But I have a feeling Buster did not wait for senior status to become sensational.
Her name is Nola, not Lola (Lola lives in Medical with Angelo, but hers is another story). Nola is not a showgirl. She’s a Tabby’s Place cat. Yellow feathers are present only as accessories to cat toys. She refuses to wear any dresses no matter where they are cut down to. Neither will she merengue […]
Fenek was one small cat in one rural New Jersey room. He was the size of the entire world, and his universe was ever expanding.